Priory - Mother Mary текст песни

He drowns himself in a bottle of rye
The young men live while the old men...

[Chorus]
Oh, Mother Mary won't you bury me
Oh, Mother Mary won't you carry my soul
Oh, Mother Mary won't you bury me
In a bed where I can sleep
Oh, Mother Mary won't you bury me
Oh, Mother Mary won't you carry my soul
Oh, Mother Mary won't you carry me
To a place where I can sleep

[Verse 2]
The days are hard but there's mouths to feed
And his old hands still sewing seed
Remembered when he was young, he made that creek
Until the mortal core [?]

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
The days are hard
The days are hard
The days are hard
The days are hard

[Partial Chorus]